Sabbath Reverie, A Home Pome Poem by Glen Kappy

He lets that go. - What you always remind me of is that you don't have to be a revolutionary or overcoming a traumatic childhood or fighting the demons of your own brain's chemistry to be a poet. We all have things that we need to let go of, and many of your poems suggest effective ways to do that. I tip my fishing hat to you ;)

This is a man who will be refreshed by a Sabbath of his devising and a way of spending it in restorative idleness. So the real Sabbath, that formal Day of Rest which rarely is restful, is a metaphor for this personal variation. I like the way he chants a liturgy for his freedom paralleling the liturgy of prayers in a service. He has to do that w-o-r-k before he can sink back in relaxation. He has to create the occasion for reverie just as prayers create the occasion of religious peace. But the effort pays off: that is one very contented man at the end. Your poem provides us a blueprint.

I enjoyed it even more the second time! So the sound of the plane engine took him on a journey? Out on a sleepy lake in a rocking boat - sounds like a place I'd like to be... I'm off to bed.

Another lovely one, Glen! I ilke your style. And the way you look at yourself from above. Yes, I see what you mean about letting go - interesting that we had a similar thought. But I like the detail you include in yours.